fish
as they did.

"After some time they set off up the country, where larger game was to
be found. Having husbanded his powder, as long as that lasted he was
able to shoot several deer; but when that was gone, and he could no
longer help the Indians, they treated him with less kindness than at
first. This made him resolve to try and escape; he had got some
distance from their camp, when he encountered another party of Indians,
of a different tribe to those with whom he had been living. They
carried him off a long way through the woods, till they reached their
camp, when he was taken before their chief. A council was held, as he
supposed, to decide whether he was to live or to be put to death. He
was fully expecting to die, when a person whom he had not before seen
appeared, and addressed him. On looking up at the stranger's face,
greatly to his surprise he saw that he was a white man. Batten inquired
whom he was.

"`A heart-broken exile--one who can feel for you,' was the answer; `but
fear not for your life--for that I will plead, as I have interest with
the chief, though for years I have been kept a prisoner without hope of
escape.'

"Who think you, Captain Layton, was the stranger who now spoke to
Batten? He was no other than our father, Captain Vaughan Audley, who
sailed with Sir Richard Grenville, Mr Dane, and Mr Cavendish on board
the _Roebuck_ with many other ships in company. When Sir Richard
returned to England, our father had remained with upwards of a hundred
men with Governor Dane at Roanoke, where they fixed their abode and
built a fort. The Indians, who had hitherto been friendly, formed,
however, a league against them. They were expecting assistance from
England, when one night the fort was stormed; most of the people were
put to the sword, but the life of our father was preserved by a chief
whom he had befriended when, on a former occasion, that chief had fallen
into the hands of the English. The chief, carrying him to his canoe,
concealed him from his companions and conveyed him far away up the
river. Here landing, he concealed him in his own wigwam, where he was
cured of his hurts; but our father had not from that time seen a white
face till he met with Batten.

"Batten's life, as our father promised, was saved; though the Indians
showed otherwise but little regard for him, and this made him wish to
escape should he have the opportunity. He told his purpose to our
father, and promis